Humor
The Plea
Yet again, I hear the pitter-patter of little feet and irritation ripples through my being. “Go away! Leave me alone!” It has been a continuing struggle, punctuating the ten years since I arrived. Initially, it was enthralling to observe the wildlife that, for many months, had enjoyed exclusive occupation of the ten bush acres while the house was empty. Species of birds and animals that I had never before encountered revealed themselves on an almost daily basis. It was if I’d moved to a foreign land.
By Margaret Rae5 years ago in Fiction
On the Day David Sedaris Called Me
If I give it some thought, I'm a catastrophe, really -- a hapless female baby-boomer who lives in Miami and works more than full-time at a drugstore that combines the worst features of a call center and a pharmacy, feeling just as misunderstood as I did when I was lost during my misspent youth.
By Irina Patterson5 years ago in Fiction





